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| d5c4022 | It's very singular how hard it is to manage your mind,' said Demi, clasping his hands round his knees, and looking up at the sky as if for information upon his favorite topic. | louisa-may-alcott | Louisa May Alcott | |
| 0a67ca5 | but I never shall be very wise, I'm afraid. | louisa-may-alcott | Louisa May Alcott | |
| bfdcf01 | for it is a very solemn thing to be arrested in the midst of busy life by the possibility of the great change. | louisa-may-alcott | Louisa May Alcott | |
| eaa7af5 | But it did her good, for those whose opinion had real value gave her the criticism which is an author's best education; and when the first soreness was over, she could laugh at her poor little book, yet believe in it still, and feel herself the wiser and stronger for the buffeting she had received. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| b45e200 | It's so dreadful to be poor!" sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress." | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| a7ea488 | She was standing before a fine portrait of the old gentleman when the door opened again, and, without turning, she said decidedly, 'I'm sure now that I shouldn't be afraid of him, for he's got kind eyes, though his mouth is grim, and he looks as if he had a tremendous will of his own. He isn't as handsome as my grandfather, but I like him.' 'Thank you, ma'am,' said a gruff voice behind her, and there, to her great dismay, stood old Mr. Laur.. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| e8c0b99 | Women have been called queens a long time, but the kingdom given them isn't worth ruling. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| ef040bd | It's genius simmering, perhaps. I'll let it simmer, and see what comes of it," he said, with a secret suspicion all the while that it wasn't genius, but something far more common. Whatever it was, it simmered to some purpose, for he grew more and more discontented with his desultory life, began to long for some real and earnest work to go at, soul and body, and finally came to the wise conclusion that everyone who loved music was not a comp.. | little louisa may women | Louisa May Alcott | |
| 23d70da | I thought it was only a habit, easy to drop when I liked: But it is stronger than I; and sometimes I feel as if possessed of a devil that will get the better of me, try as I may | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 22f3757 | Do you consider shoes unhealthy?" he asked, surveying the socks with respectful interest" | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 7473109 | Christie loved books; and the attic next her own was full of them. To this store she found her way by a sort of instinct as sure as that which leads a fly to a honey-pot, and, finding many novels, she read her fill. This amusement lightened many heavy hours, peopled the silent house with troops of friends, and, for a time, was the joy of her life. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 938b5dd | The more one gets the more one wants | Alcott Louisa May 1832-1888 | ||
| 67d8279 | She was living in bad sociery; and, imaginary though it was, its influence affected her, for she was feeding heart and fancy on dangerous and unsubstantial food, and was fast brushing the innocent bloom from her nature by a premature acquaintance with the darker side of life, which comes soon enough to all of us. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| dd5985a | If he is old enough to ask the question he is old enough to receive true answers. I am not putting the thoughts into his head, but helping him unfold those already there. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 970ca06 | Ah, if I could only feel assured that it was right and not a blind impulse of a weak woman's heart!'" ~Rosamond" | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| fd56dce | He was not a perfect child, by any means, but his faults were of the better sort; and being early taught the secret of self-control, he was not left at the mercy of appetites and passions, as some poor little mortals are, and then punished for yielding to the temptations against which they have no armor. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 60fe1a4 | for it is the small temptations which undermine integrity unless we watch and pray and never think them too trivial to be resisted. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 3cf9269 | Christie was one of that large class of women who, moderately endowed with talents, earnest and true-hearted, are driven by necessity, temperament, or principle out into the world to find support, happiness, and homes for themselves. Many turn back discouraged; more accept shadow for substance, and discover their mistake too late; the weakest lose their purpose and themselves; but the strongest struggle on, and, after danger and defeat, ear.. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| e5358a1 | I'm here, hold on to me, Jo, dear!" - Laurie" | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| d5bca1f | children should be children as long as they can. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| c20c66c | You love him still and struggle against your love, feeling that it will undo you. He knows this and he will tempt you by every lure he can devise, every deceit he can employ. Sorrow and sin will surely follow if you yield; happiness never can be yours with him; doubt, remorse and self-reproach will kill love, and a time will come when you will find that in gaining a brief joy you have lost your peace forever. Oh, Agatha, be warned in time, .. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 3bd32bd | The fun and fame do not last, while the memory of a real helper is kept green long after poetry is forgotten and music silent. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 81fd4ca | The youngest, aged twelve, could not conceal her disappointment, and turned away, feeling as so many of us have felt when we discover that our idols are very extraordinary men and women. | jo-s-boys louisa-may-alcott | Louisa May Alcott | |
| e8acaca | This sun and blue sky were only a snare. This is the hundredth time I've let myself be caught. My memories are like coins in the devil's purse: when you open it you find only dead leaves. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 4b4e585 | Dans les eglises, a la clarte des cierges, un homme boit du vin devant des femmes a genoux. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 0b46b5a | This instant which I cannot leave, which locks me in and limits me on every side, this instant I am made of will be no more than a confused dream. | truth | Jean-Paul Sartre | |
| b8ffb24 | Estoy solo en medio de estas voces alegres y razonables. Todos estos tipos se pasan el tiempo explicandose, reconociendo con felicidad que comparten las mismas opiniones. !Que importancia conceden, Dios mio, al hecho de pensar todos juntos las mismas cosas!. | Jean Paul Sartre | ||
| e26911f | After all, she is lucky. I have been much too calm these past three years. I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity. I leave. | purity sartre solitude | Jean-Paul Sartre | |
| 6586ba2 | I thought I saw Anny smiling. I try to refresh my memory: I need to feel all the tenderness that Anny inspires; it is there, this tenderness, it is near me, only asking to be born. But the smile does not return: it is finished. I remain dry and empty. | jean-paul sartre | Jean-Paul Sartre | |
| dddcc28 | Je ne peux plus rien d'autre. Je ne les entends plus, tu sais. C'est sans doute qu'ils en ont fini avec moi. Fini: l'affaire est classee, je ne suis plus rien sur terre, meme plus un lache. Ines, nous voila seuls: il n'y a plus que vous deux pour penser a moi. Elle ne compte pas. Mais toi, toi qui me hais, si tu me crois, tu me sauves. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 2b66035 | If God does not exist, are we provided with any values or commands that could legitimise our behaviour. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| b5344ac | Never were we freer than under the German Occupation. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| f1610da | J'avais deux raisons de respecter mon instituteur : il me voulait du bien, il avait l'haleine forte. Les grandes personnes doivent etre laides, ridees, incommodes; quand elles me prenaient dans leurs bras, il ne me deplaisait pas d'avoir un leger degout a surmonter : c'etait la preuve que la vertu n'etait pas facile. Il y avait des joies simples, triviales : courir, sauter, manger des gateaux, embrasser la peau douce et parfumee de ma mere;.. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 4db3c60 | Voici ce que j'ai pense : pour que l'evenement le plus banal devienne une aventure, il faut et il suffit qu'on se mette a la raconter. C'est ce qui dupe les gens : un homme, c'est toujours un conteur d'histoires, il vit entoure de ses histoires et des histoires d'autrui, il voit tout ce qui lui arrive a travers elles ; et il cherche a vivre sa vie comme s'il la racontait. Mais il faut choisir : vivre ou raconter. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| b66f356 | You don't put your past in your pocket; you have to have a house. I have only my body: a man entirely alone, with his lonely body, cannot indulge in memories; they pass through him. I shouldn't complain: all I wanted was to be free. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 2dea0c8 | I slip Anny's letter back into my despatch case: she has done what she could; I cannot reach the woman who took it in her hands, folded and put it in the envelope. Is it possible even to think of someone in the past? As long as we loved each other, we never allowed the meanest of our instants, the smallest grief, to be detached and forgotten, left behind. Sounds, smells, nuances of light, even the thoughts we never told each other; we carri.. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| a7f12bb | Moi, je ne tiens pas les rancunes et j'avoue tout, complaisamment : pour l'autocritique, je suis doue, a la condition qu'on ne pretende pas me l'imposer. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 6ce55f1 | Not only is man what he conceives himself to be, but he is also only what he wills himself to be after this thrust toward existence. Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself. Such | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 12a05ca | The idea is still there, unnameable. It waits, peacefully. Now it seems to say: "Yes? Is that what you wanted? Well, that's exactly what you've never had (remember you fooled yourself with words, you called the glitter of travel, the love of women, quarrels, and trinkets adventure) and this is what you'll never have--and no one other than yourself." But Why? WHY?" | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 13a1940 | I see the future. It is there, poised over the street, hardly more dim than the present. What advantage will accrue from its realisation? The old woman stumps further and further away, she stops, pulls at a grey lock of hair which escapes from her handkerchief. She walks, she was there, now she is here... I don't know where I am any more: do i see her motions, or do I foresee them? I can no longer distinguish present from future and yet it .. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| ef7f99a | There's the story of a person who does this, does that, but it isn't I, I have nothing in common with him. He travels through countries I know no more about than if I had never been there. Sometimes, in my story, it happens that I pronounce these fine names you read in atlases, Aranjuez or Canterbury. New images are born in me, images such as people create from books who have never travelled. My words are dreams, that is all. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| dca0fcb | I don't know where to go, I stay planted in front of the cardboard chef. I don't need to turn around to know they are watching me through the windows: they are watching my back with surprise and disgust; they thought I was like them, that I was a man, and I deceived them. I suddenly lost the appearance of a man and they saw a crab running backwards out of this human room. Now the unmasked intruder has fled: the show goes on. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| e88423f | Sartre proposed that all situations be judged according to how they appeared in the eyes of those most oppressed, or those whose suffering was greatest. Martin Luther King Jr. was among the civil rights pioneers who took an interest. While working on his philosophy of non-violent resistance, he read Sartre, Heidegger and the German-American existentialist theologian Paul Tillich. | Sarah Bakewell | ||
| d05d138 | In the distance. Above my head; above my head; and this instant which I cannot leave, which locks me in and limits me on every side, this instant I am made of will be no more than a confused dream. | Jean-Paul Sartre |